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Tuesday, 22 December 2015

Character Encounters

I've finally gotten to take part in Kendra's Character Encounters. I want to do one long before I had a blog. Any way this month it's in her beautiful world of Rizkaland which is now ten years old.

“Hello, Anna.”
I look up from my writing to see a young dark haired girl standing in front of me. “Hi, ah, are you one of my new neighbours?” I ask, “Wait, what did you call me?” No one ever calls me Anna outside of the Internet.

“I’m Laura,” She says, pulling me out my camp char towards the bushes. “I’m taking you to meet a friend of yours.”

“Wait, I – ” It’s too late. Colours swirls around me and then I am standing on purple grass with turquoise leaves waving above me in the wind. I quickly guess where I am.

“Uh, Laura, are you sure you took me to the right place. I don’t mind visiting Rizkaland, but I thought you said I’d be meeting a friend of mine.”

She smiles and nods. “I did, he’s just over there. Go and talk to him.” She takes a step backwards and disappears.

Rather annoying of her, I hadn’t finished asking questions yet. I look around to see the person mentioned, a blond haired young man dressed in varying blues from his hat down to the tops of his boots. He has his head in his hands and seems to be muttering to himself. I approach cautiously. I don’t exactly know anyone in Rizkaland, and especially not anyone resembling him. Suddenly he looks up.

“Excuse me, mi’ad. Could you tell me whether or not I’m dreaming?” He grins at me for a moment before frowning again.

I lean against the nearest tree. No wonder Laura had said a friend of mine. He’s certainly no Rizkan.

A puzzled expression comes over his face. “How do you know my name? For I certainly don’t know yours, mi’ad. And I didn’t understand what you just said. I surely am not awake. This place looks crazier that Adel’s fairy books.

I smile nervously at him and sit down. “I am Anna, and I know you because I’m writing your story down. We’ve actually met before but I’m not surprised that you don’t remember it.”

“What’s so great about my story? Why not tell the story of someone who’s done something worthwhile?”

“Wil, you ought to know better than that. God doesn’t choose the greatest people. It’s not those who do the biggest things that are most important.”

He shakes his head. “Well I’m certainly not doing anything big. You ought to know that. I’m certainly no one special. You should be telling Elind’s story. Now she has had what you would call big obstacles.”

“I know Wil, I do know and I am telling her story. And I know exactly who you are too.”

Eyebrows go up at that. “Who told you? Elind?”
I laugh and stand up. “No, not her. I’ve known longer than she has.” I spy Laura waving to me from the other side of a heap of boulders. “I’ll be going now.”

He jumps to his feet. “But you only just got here. And you haven’t explained how you know so much about me. What else do you know that you shouldn’t?”

I start walking away. “I know you are going to do great things and that your work will bring results.”

“Is there anything you don’t know?”

“I don’t know why you wear blue all of the time. Farewell, Wil. Go for a hunt, I’ve heard the Quaggleshump are good.”